Our World Our Times

Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
 Sparks flyin' off her fingertips, drive the young cop wild
 Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break
 Better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake
 You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight,
 Hungry, never quite satisfied
 This is our world and these are our times
 This is our world and these are our times
 
 Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
 Say he's looking like a shadow now, runnin' low on green and food
 Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
 Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
 You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
 Hungry, never quite satisfied
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times
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 Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame
 He's got two black eyes and a
 Purple heart and a bone hangin' on a chain
 These times are like dynamite, a head on history
 Some fool's bound to burn it all down, don't care about you and me
 He'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare
 Hungry, never quite satisfied
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times
 This is our world, and these are our times